thinking about that bill reminded me of kindergarden when we drew in our journals. it was such an arduous task for the teacher to monitor that we only did it once a week. these helper girls made the books for us out of construction paper and huge drawing paper stapled between to form this huge ledger type book. (by the way in kindergarden we thought the helper girls were super cool but by the time i got to grade 7 i realise they were choosing to spend their recess hanging out with kindergardners cos they are nerd losers and i know this cos i did it too but only during winter to avoid having to stand out in the cold for an hour also you get to drink tang and eat cheez whiz and celery but once spring hit i was like PEACE peepee pants kids who can’t tie laces haha).
ok the reason the bill reminded me of these journals is cos you draw a bunch of crap with crayons like total bullshit art, squiggles and crooked lines and fucked up face people with no bodies and birds whatever so when you are finished drawing you tell the teacher or the helper girl what your drawing is of and they write the caption for you and my drawings always at least went along with the caption but these other kids would have a huge red circle and a bunch of dots and a yellow pile of shit and the caption would be this is me and my dad in the park and we are eating ice cream and that is my brother feeding the ducks in the pond and my mom is wearing a long beautiful dress more or less.
i remember asking my friend johnathan about his picture which was of some orange gate and a red blob and a black fence and he is like oh this is me at the baseball game with my brother i’m like um THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU DRAW YOU AND YOUR BROTHER AT THE BASEBALL GAME HOLY SHIT!!?
this is about the time i realised that i was smarter than the majority of the population of the planet. i took one of those tests that parents make their kids take to see if their kid is a retard or a genius and i had to draw myself and i made it very detailed complete with eyelashes and fingernails and a necklace. my mom was talking to her hairdresser about this and she said that her son drew a triangle. HAHAHA.
the moral of the story is kids are fucking retarded and should be eaten.
